"You'll have to be more... specific, then." She managed to hold it together for a moment longer, and then laughed, open and light. The ringing sound trailed off into chuckles as Optimus slid a hand up her back, armour shifting beneath the touch and the gentle friction almost stirring a static charge.

"... I'm not going to lie to you and say I don't flatter where it's not due, because that's what's part of this..." Elita's voice dropped to a hum as she spoke, angling her helm to gently mouth just the upper tip of an audial. "But, any 'flattery' for you? It's most certainly due."

This was simple fact of the enforced Escort programming, but at least she didn't have to lie about it... And would hope (because she did think he was due it, even if she also thought he needed to open his processing parameters a bit) that he did believe her when she said she was only flattering him because she wanted to, and because he was worth it.